Ezra
Killian escorted me across the lavish ballroom towards a group of adults making conversation. He led me through crowd to catch the attention of a couple in the back. The woman wore a beautiful, formfitting, black dress. Her feet were enclosed in sparkling pumps and her dark hair loose across her back. She was beautiful. The man - presumably her husband - wore a black suit identical to Killian's. Tailored to fit them perfectly.
His parents. I was sure.
"Mum!" Killian shouted and was immediately rewarded with their attention.
As the couple turned their heads, Killian's mother's eyes lit up and suddenly my face was pressed into a generous pair of lady parts. The extremely tall woman had hugged me and even in heels I only made it up to her chest. She squealed and hugged me to her tigh
